Index:Sonnets and poems, Masefield, 1916.djvu

Title	Sonnets and poems
Author	John Masefield
Year	1916
Publisher	John Masefield
Location	Lollingdon, Cholsey, Berkshire
Source	djvu
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*I Long, long ago, when all the glittering earth

• II Night came again, but now I could not sleep
• III Even after all these years there comes the dream
• IV If I could come again to that dear place
• V Here in the self is all that man can know
• VI Flesh, I have knocked at many a dusty door
• VII But all has passed, the tune has died away
• VIII These myriad days, these many thousand hours
• IX There, on the darkened deathbed, dies the brain
• X So in the empty sky the stars appear
• XI It may be so with us, that in the dark
• XII What am I, Life? A thing of watery salt
• XIII If I could get within this changing I
• XIV What is this atom which contains the whole
• XV Ah, we are neither heaven nor earth, but men
• XVI Roses are beauty, but I never see
• XVII Over the church's door they moved a stone
• XVIII Out of the clouds come torrents, from the earth
• XIX O little self, within whose smallness lies
• XX I went into the fields, but you were there
• XXI This is the living thing that cannot stir
• XXII Here, where we stood together, we three men
• XXIII I saw her like a shadow on the sky
• XXIV Look at the grass, sucked by the seed from dust
• XXV There is no God, as I was taught in youth
• XXVI Wherever beauty has been quick in clay
• XXVII Beauty, let be; I cannot see your face
• XXVIII You are more beautiful than women are
• XXIX Beauty retires; the blood out of the earth
• XXX Not for the anguish suffered is the slur
• XXXI Beauty was with me once, but now, grown old
• XXXII So beauty comes, so with a failing hand
• XXXIII You will remember me in days to come
• XXXIV If Beauty be at all, if, beyond sense
• XXXV O wretched man, that, for a little mile
• XXXVI Night is on the downland, on the lonely moorland
• XXXVII If all be governed by the moving stars
• XXXVIII In emptiest furthest heaven where no stars are
• XXXIX Perhaps in chasms of the wasted past
• XL For, like an outcast from the city, I
• XLI Death lies in wait for you, you wild thing in the wood
• XLII They called that broken hedge The Haunted Gate
• XLIII There was an evil in the nodding wood
• XLIV Go, spend your penny, Beauty, when you will
• XLV Though in life's streets the tempting shops have lured
• XLVI When all these million cells that are my slaves
• XLVII Let that which is to come be as it may